Just then, the mournful cry we had heard earlier in the palace outside rang out again, growing louder and louder as if it were right next to us.
The three of us were fully focused and prepared; if there really was a vengeful ghost, we'd have to deal with it.
Twenty-one thefts of the dragon vein (5)
A rustling sound came from the darkness of the cave, and the light from the miner's lamp startled Xiang Fei and me. These shadowy figures were all mummies, and there were at least a hundred of them.
"Go back quickly!" Xiang Fei shouted.
I quickly ran up the stone steps. The mummies crawled out from all directions. As soon as I got to the top, I saw a dense mass of mummies crawling out of the passage we had come from.
Suddenly, the three of us were surrounded by mummies. In desperation, we climbed up the rock wall, which was wrapped with iron chains. We found a place to stand and then the three of us stood back to back and began to fight the mummies.
At this point, the shotgun was no longer of much use, so Xiang Fei and I both grabbed our Tang swords and slashed fiercely.
The mummified corpses kept falling, and more and more kept gathering around them, seemingly endless.
“Burn it with fire,” Xiang Fei said.
I quickly took out some pine resin, and under Xiang Fei's cover, lit it and threw it into the group of mummies. Instantly, flames shot into the sky. The mummies' bodies were like dry wood; they ignited as soon as they were lit, emitting plumes of black smoke.
With the help of fire, our situation improved significantly. The mummies were terrified of the flames and retreated, no longer surrounding us.
Just as we breathed a sigh of relief, several roars suddenly rang out, and several disheveled corpse demons leaped out, their sharp claws gleaming coldly in the firelight.
Although the Corpse Fiend was also afraid of fire, it was extremely ferocious, leaping and dodging the flames as it pounced on us.
At this moment, the black cat's terrifying side was revealed. He leaped into the air, his feet touching the rock wall, and jumped behind the corpse demon, snapping its neck with a single twist.
The remaining two immediately pounced on him, but he was as agile as a black cat, dodging the attacks of the corpse demons. His pale hands, with an unknown amount of strength, dealt with the two corpse demons in the blink of an eye.
I threw in a few more clumps of pine resin, and the remaining mummies immediately began to retreat. After waiting a while and seeing that they didn't come out again, we jumped down.
As we walked down to the foot of the altar, a sweep of our headlamps sent chills down our spines. The three coffins that had been arranged around the altar were now open, and they were completely empty.
"Could it be those three corpse demons? And what about the other coffins, are they also...?" Thinking of this, I dared not think any further.
Then a strange thing happened. Bright red blood suddenly gushed out of the blood coffin in the center of the altar and flowed down like a fountain. The blood kept increasing and it dyed the surrounding streams red.
Suddenly, a very sharp and chilling laugh came from above. I immediately shone my headlamp on it and was horrified to discover that a corpse was hanging from the top of the cave—a female corpse dressed in red.
His pale face bore a half-smile, and his dead fish eyes stared at us. His mouth, in particular, looked as if he had just drunk blood, with a few specks of blood at the corners of his eerie, bright red lips.
"Jie jie," like a vengeful ghost from hell.
This time, all three of us heard it, and when we realized what was happening, we all had only one thought: we had encountered a vengeful ghost, probably a thousand-year-old one.
"Quickly light the Soul-Suppressing Lamp," Xiang Fei said, biting his finger and writing something in his palm. At this moment, the black cat's demeanor changed drastically; its face became even paler, and its eyes shone with an eerie light, making it look like a dead person.
I lit the Soul-Suppressing Lamp, and Xiang Fei took out a piece of white paper from his pocket, wrote a few strange characters on it with his own blood, then lit it on the Soul-Suppressing Lamp and launched it out.
Just like in the movies, the paper talisman Xiang Fei threw struck the red-clad ghost like a beam of white light. The ghost let out a piercing scream, its body tumbling wildly through the air.
At this moment, the blood coffin on the altar suddenly began to shake, as if the ferocious beast inside was about to awaken.
"Get out of here quickly," Xiang Fei whispered.
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